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"Monk...Beauty Monk..." A vague voice came out from the black dragon's throat, as if someone who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly spoke again. Zhu Molan wrinkled her nose in disgust, and green eyes condensed between her fingers. Flying knives like willow leaves. From a visual point of view, it seems that she is just holding a few fresh willow leaves between her fingertips, but other perceptions can tell how dangerous these few willow leaves are.

Although condensing spiritual power into substance is also one of the ways to use spiritual power, this method is usually only suitable for condensing small weapons and has high requirements for monks. If You Shuangjiang could practice to the level of Zhu Molan, her realm would have to be at the lowest golden elixir stage before she could successfully condense it. Therefore, monks usually prefer to choose the fighting method of injecting spiritual power into weapons, not to mention that most spiritual weapons have special effects such as amplification, so why not?

Of course, both methods have their own pros and cons. For experts, both methods can naturally be used, but they will have a preference based on personal fighting habits.

The black dragon tilted his head towards Yang Yuyao's clone and stared intently. Yang Yuyao suddenly remembered that because there were only four of them in the boat, he was not wearing a mask... Yang Yuyao did not intend to think about what the black dragon said. Does the beauty refer to him or Zhu Molan or both. Perhaps because he was kidnapped by the dragon before, seeing this long creature that was similar to a dragon made him particularly angry. There was no trace of ink, and regardless of the motive behind the black dragon's appearance, he summoned the black and white sword stored in the space ring and attacked the black dragon.

The black dragon also moved at almost the same time, spraying water jets towards Yang Yuyao. The huge waves set off by its tail were tens of meters high, enough to easily knock down people flying on the river. Zhu Molan dodged and looked for Yang Yuyao's figure. He saw Yang Yuyao flexibly shuttled through the water column, avoiding all attacks and slashing out with his sword. Dozens of water columns and huge waves were instantly cut off by the sword energy. , the sword energy split open the hard scales of the black dragon, splattering bright red blood.

The black dragon roared in pain, struggling twistedly, and blood fell into the river like rain, instantly staining a large area red. But Zhu Molan's eyes fell further away, where the river was completely cut off by Yang Yuyao's sword energy and stopped flowing.

"Hiss, he's still a little guy, but the damage is so terrible. It seems that I don't have the need to take action." Zhu Molan thought to herself, and then saw Yang Yuyao let go of the long sword in his hand, pinched the sword fingers instead, and the long sword was controlled. The air flew out, pierced through the lower jaw of the black dragon, and with a large swing, the black dragon was like a fish being harpooned. Almost half of its body was carried by Yang Yuyao's sword, and it was thrown to the shore. , and fell out of a long deep pit.

Yang Yuyao pulled back his elbow, pulled out his long sword, and brought out another blood flower. Just such an injury would not make such a black dragon lose its combat effectiveness easily. It raised its tail still in the water, and just as it was about to throw it out, a few green willow leaves sank into its tail, causing it to instantly lose its strength and its tail became limp. Come down.

However, even so, the black dragon still refused to admit defeat. He opened his mouth and tried to let out a howl to shock their nerves. However, Yang Yuyao backhand pierced the flying sword of his chariot all the way through the black dragon's nose, suppressing its mouth and unable to open it. .

Zhu Molan looked at Yang Yuyao, who had a calm expression throughout the whole process. He was obviously fighting a black dragon, but when the black dragon faced Yang Yuyao, it was as easy as Yang Yuyao was playing with a small flesh insect. Zhu Molan saw Yang Yuyao open his hand, palm upward, a white jade pillar, crystal wall, and a small golden-topped tower appeared in his palm. Then she saw Yang Yuyao throwing the small tower towards the black dragon and retracting his sword. The small tower instantly became huge, emitting golden light and shining on the black dragon, sucking the black dragon into the tower. Zhu Molan was stunned when she remembered what kind of treasure this tower was.

But after a while, Yang Yuyao released the black dragon from the Demon Suppression Tower. The black dragon, which was originally hundreds of feet tall, was now forced to shrink to only two or three feet in length, which looked almost like a mud snake. Yang Yuyao landed in front of it, looking down at it coldly.

"Spit out the people you swallowed." Yang Yuyao ordered. The black dragon's figure swelled a bit, until its mouth could spit out at least the size of two adults at once. Then it opened its mouth, Along with the smelly water and some pieces of wood, dozens of people or things that used to be people were spat out by it. Although this was a clone, Yang Yuyao still backed away a bit in disgust.

"Loach, are all the people you ate here?" Yang Yuyao kicked the black dragon's tail and asked.

"I'm a Jiao! Ouch! How come you, a beautiful person, are so cruel?!" After shrinking in size, the Black Jiao became more eloquent in its speech. However, as soon as it retorted, Yang Yuyao's sword became rude. The ground dug into its tail.

"First time." Yang Yuyao used his spiritual power to pull out the flying sword, and then pointed the tip of the sword at the black dragon's abdomen.

"That's all, that's all that's left!" Heijiao, who instantly understood what Yang Yuyao meant, said quickly, "The rest have been digested long ago, where is there any left?!"

"Can these people be saved?" Yang Yuyao looked at Zhu Molan and asked.

"A few are okay, but it's too late for others." Zhu Molan replied. Those who could be saved are now out of danger after her treatment. Zhu Molan also cleaned the stinky liquid that came out with them. Yang Yuyao then carefully looked at the contents that the black dragon had just spit out.

The passenger ship mentioned by the fisherman he saved before seemed not too small. Yang Yuyao counted the number of people with his eyes. There were eleven people in total who seemed to be in good condition. Five of them were still alive and were moved aside by Zhu Molan. Most of these people were brightly dressed, and they should be mainly guests of the passenger ship. The others were some digested stumps. It was estimated that it had been some time and the appearance of the original owner could no longer be distinguished. In addition, there were also some creatures and skeletons in the river.

Yang Yuyao noticed that one of the rescued people moved his fingers. He remembered that Yang Yuyao, who was not wearing a mask when he separated into clones, quickly transferred the tiger-faced half-face mask and put it on the clone's face. The tense heart relaxed. So Yang Yuyao locked the black dragon back in the Demon Suppression Tower. He wanted to remove the clone and sneak away, but Zhu Molan grabbed him and asked him to accompany her and wait for these people to wake up.

"How did those six people die?" While being forced to wait, Yang Yuyao asked Zhu Molan. He was a little curious as to why some of the people who were swallowed basically at the same time survived while others died. He visually assessed the age, physical condition, and gender of the living and dead people, and felt that he didn't see any special patterns.

"Those people were more unlucky. They were pierced by broken pieces of wood. Some were pierced in the heart, some were pierced in the aorta, some were pierced in the lungs, and some were pierced in the eyes and pierced the brain. But all They might have survived if their wounds were smaller." Zhu Molan showed a sympathetic but helpless expression.

After listening to what Zhu Molan said, Yang Yuyao went to take a closer look at the six people. Although the blood stains on their bodies had been cleaned up along with the smelly water, the damage on their clothes and wounds on their bodies still remained. Yang Yuyao, who had moved into a position, even saw at the first glance the dead man whose eyes were pierced by broken pieces of wood that Zhu Molan said. The sharp pieces of wood still remained in his eye sockets, ferociously announcing the cause of his death.

"Am I...am I still alive?"

"Oh my God, I'm saved!"

"Where am I? Am I not dead?"

The few living people woke up one after another. After being shocked and disbelieving, they happily discovered the fact that they were still alive. But when they discovered the dead people, their joy instantly turned into grief. Some of them beat their chests and stamped their feet, howled and cried bitterly, and some prostrate themselves on the dead bodies and wept silently. Fortunately, there was a man among the five who was relatively calm. He endured his sadness and gave Yang Yuyao and the others a rough introduction to the identity of the people on the boat.

The man was about thirty years old, dressed as a boatman, and claimed to be the nephew of the owner of the passenger ship. Their ship was a passenger ship going south to Yunshan City. Several relatives in their family raised money to buy the ship, which mainly transported businessmen to and from this section. The boat owner and boatman are both his family, and the boat is also an important source of income for their family.

"Although there have always been rumors of boatmen disappearing with their boats on this river, I never imagined that there would be such a monster!" As the only person here who could still communicate, the man cried again as he spoke. Getting up, Yang Yuyao looked at Zhu Molan and felt that there was really no need for them to stay here any longer.

It was impossible for them to provide them with all-in-one services including psychological counseling, corpse collection and burial. They still had to charge service fees for funeral services. He had already saved these people and ensured that the souls of these poor people would not gather resentment and turn into ghosts.

"Well, let's go." As soon as Zhu Molan finished speaking, Yang Yuyao's incarnation disappeared in the blink of an eye. Knowing that Yang Yuyao had removed this clone, Zhu Molan could not follow suit. After all, she was here in her true form. But she didn't stay any longer and turned into a ray of light and returned to her ship.

"Eh? Why did the two immortal masters leave? I haven't thanked them properly yet?" The boatman finally stopped crying again, only to find that Yang Yuyao and Zhu Molan had already left. After hearing what he said, the other four survivors also raised their heads and looked around with tearful eyes. They really didn't see the two of them again, and they couldn't help but feel a little guilty. If it hadn't been for the help of two immortal masters, they would have had no chance of survival. However, they were immersed in the grief of losing their relatives and close friends, and they even forgot to say thank you.

So they hurriedly surrounded the boatman who was the only one who could clearly see the appearance of Yang Yuyao and Zhu Molan, and asked him what they looked like, so that they could meet them again in the future and thank them properly.

"The two Immortal Masters are a man and a woman. Both of them have half-covered faces, and they are both very good-looking." The boatman replied, "The male Immortal Master looks young, without a crown, and is tall." He's tall. He looks almost eight feet tall, right? His legs are so long! He's wearing a half-face metal mask that looks like a tiger's face. Although he only shows the lower half of his face, that half of his face is so handsome that I haven't seen him before. It’s such a beautiful life!”

"What about the female immortal master? What does she look like?" A girl among the survivors asked quickly.

"The female immortal master is slender, wearing a green skirt, with a gauze face, almond eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows, and a face with oval seeds. She is also extremely beautiful."

"How do you introduce that the appearance of the female immortal master is so much less than that of the male immortal master? Isn't the female immortal master not as good-looking as the male immortal master?" Isn't that girl? Jie Di asked again.

"Hey, eldest sister, that is also a woman. I have the nerve to keep staring at her. But you are right. I think the male immortal master does look better."

"Yu Yao, are you afraid of talking to strangers? And you don't like others touching you?" Zhu Mo Lan asked Yang Yu Yao in a quiet voice after being placed in a place on land far away from the river. Li Fengzhi and You Shuangjiang, who were staying safely in the cabin, were always accompanied by Yang Yuyao's original body and Zhu Molan's clones. They had no idea that Yang Yuyao had withdrawn his clones, and Zhu Molan had changed back to his original body as soon as he went out. The clone was removed.

"Well..." Although he felt ashamed to admit that he would do this, Yang Yuyao had to admit it. Judging from the fact that when he was extremely uncomfortable because he felt the strong gazes of people around him after helping You Shuang get rid of his vagina, Zhu Molan took away the person who wanted to help him relieve his discomfort. Yang Yuyao estimated that Zhu Molan had already seen it at that time. He had this problem and chose what was beneficial to him. Therefore, Yang Yuyao thought that he could trust Zhu Molan more and let her know a little more information.

"Then you give salvation to those dead. Is this a habit that Immortal Qianqing asked you to develop?" When Zhu Molan asked this question, even though she tried hard to control the expression on her face, there was always a hint of subtlety. Transcendence is not difficult, the main thing is to master the process, but monks usually don't like to mess with this matter, but she hasn't heard of any connection between He Qianqing and Buddhism?

"No, I did this just to avoid leaving hidden dangers." Yang Yuyao denied. Seeing Zhu Molan's expression of confusion, he explained in detail.

"Senior Zhu, you must have not been in contact with well-informed monks for a while...at least a year, right? You probably don't know that in the past year, the ghost clan has gathered many times and killed several people, including Qingyun Immortal Lord, Alchemist Lin Chen and many other high-level monks, although the great masters in the world of immortality have united to wipe out the ghost tribe, it is basically confirmed that the ghost tribe has a special commander to direct these things. However, due to the ghost tribe's The leader has not been caught. In order to prevent the ghost clan from adding too much new power, I will perform salvation whenever I can think of it."

"The ghost tribe surrounded and killed Lin Chen and the others?!" This news was so explosive to Zhu Molan that she screamed out in surprise. Li Fengzhi and You Shuangjiang turned to look at her at the same time, and instantly became nervous.

"Ahem, it's okay. Yu Yao and I are chatting casually. You can continue picking beans." Zhu Molan immediately reassured. "They all died?" Zhu Molan used the rumors again.

"Most of the monks who were besieged and killed perished, and only a few were lucky enough to wait for rescue. And at that time, most of the famous high-level monks were targeted." Yang Yuyao replied.

"Such a thing happened this year... How did everyone know that they were targeted?" Zhu Molan was a little curious, "I discovered the hunting list made by the ghost clan."

"No, at that time, we speculated on the ghost clan's method of confirming the specific location of the target, and deduced the result based on who was marked." Yang Yuyao explained, and Zhu Molan breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turns out that some kind of tracking method is used, so I'm not too worried. After all, the Heart Technique I practice is nothingness."

"Nothingness! The unselectable Heart Technique!" Surprise flashed through Yang Yuyao's heart. He had knowledge about this Heart Technique in his memory, but he really didn't expect to meet someone who practiced this Heart Technique.

"Nothingness" is the most distinctive of the heart arts. In fact, it is also a side effect. No matter whether they use spells, magic weapons or poisons, the people who practice this heart technique cannot be tracked. This means that once the person leaves the tracker's perception range, no other method can be used except for the primitive methods of finding and leaving traces to continue tracking the person. It's like you can clearly see this character exists in the game, but you can't select it.

This sounds good, but this unselectable effect not only affects the enemy, but also affects your own people. Methods commonly used by sects such as life tablets and soul lamps to confirm the safety of sect monks are ineffective for those who practice the Void Heart Technique, and the name of this person will not even be recorded in the sect's magical artifacts.

For the sect, even if everyone knows that such a person exists in the sect, his existence does not exist in the sect's formation. If you encounter danger and ask for help from the sect, you can only explain the location in detail and wait where you are, otherwise the people from the same sect sent to rescue may not be able to find him.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious about something. Although Yu Yao's expression was calm when facing the black dragon, his anger was obviously leaking out when he first saw it. Have you ever had any conflicts with monsters like the dragon before? ? But flood dragons are very rare nowadays." As soon as Zhu Molan became curious, she couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"The one who had a conflict with me was the dragon." Yang Yuyao said, Chuanyin's tone was a bit colder. He was not going to hide the matter. Since they wanted to go with him, they had to know what they would face if they followed him. risk.

"Dragon?" Zhu Molan's surprised gaze turned clear after falling on Yang Yuyao's beautiful face, "I can probably guess the reason."

"..." Although he was instantly understood, Yang Yuyao was not happy at all.